Wrong Number | Ranboo x Reader

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Pretty sure Mooned_Bee gave me the idea for this chapter, so, this chapter is dedicated to her! I think some others also wanted this, too so you're welcome to whoever else! And if I'm wrong about who wanted this-

also I wasn't going to post this yet since I have no drafts, and it's late but I want to post this now cuz I know you all will like it <3

aNYWAY TO THE CHAPTER-

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Your POV

"You wanna know something interesting?" Ranboo asked, as he jumped into a block in front of him, almost not making it. He was doing a late alt stream of him just doing Hypixel Parkour, no facecam or anything. I'd just joined since I had nothing better to do.

"What?" I asked, looking over at him.

"So, I don't know if me or Cian ever told you this, but I used to play volleyball," Ranboo said, looking at me too, before looking back at the screen. I gave him a look.

"YOU played a sport?" I asked. Ranboo rolled his eyes, and sighed as he didn't make it to the next block.

"Yes, I did. And you want to know something funny I did?" Ranboo asked.

"Should I be scared?" I asked.

"I don't know, should you be?" Ranboo asked, giving me a look too now.

"Just explain the damn story!" I laughed.

"So, my friend, he'd like– Tactically flirting with them. Like, if they made eye contact with him, he'd wink at them, and eventually started TALKING to them, to throw them off! AND IT'D WORK!" Ranboo laughed, completely one level of parkour. "So, I gave it a try..."

"You did not flirt with people–" I laughed, giving him a surprised look.

"Oh, but I did. I'd flirt with them to throw them off, and that worked!" Ranboo smiled.

"Alright then, FlirtBoo. Flirt with me right now then~" I teased. Ranboo sighed.

"First of all, I can't flirt now. Second of all, don't call me that– I can already see it trending on Twitter!" Ranboo laughed.

"Good, make that trend!" I said. Ranboo sighed.

"Don't make that trend, I don't want people spamming me in my DMs just– 'Flirtboo' like they are in chat now," Ranboo said, pointing to his monitor and showing that all chat was saying now was Flirtboo. I smiled and leaned back in my chair, feeling proud.

"I can't control your fans!" I said.

"Most of them are your fans, too!" Ranboo argued.

"I'm pretty sure a lot of them probably hate me," I laughed.

"Everyone gets hate! Hell, I get it daily because, you know... Twitter." Ranboo laughed awkwardly, then realized what he had said. "Wait don't cancel me, I love Twitter–" He panicked. I just laughed at him... (I'm gonna say it; Wattpad is another version of Twitter sometimes, especially in the MHA and Voltron books ~from someone who was in the MHA fandom, and who had many friends who like Voltron. Loved reading those stories at one point, but I just could not read the comments cuz of the amount of toxicity there was fksjwj) (OH MY GOD, AND I RECENTLY DISCOVERED POPPYTWT ITS THE WORST THING EVER OMFG)

"CANCEL HIM TWITTERRR!" I joked.

"N/N, don't say that! I will leak your real name!" Ranboo said. I gave him a confused look.